"EQUINE
SPRING"
A
ninon time ring
Lean
fog spring
When
enamel birds sing
Ring
bone riving my hair
In
the cool dusty air
My
pious face
Trembled
in haste
Girdled
for victory
poking
Antiquity
Saddled
and bridled
Booted
and cooted
A
plum in my helmet eyes
tracing
LET
ME RIDE
LET
ME RIDE
The
twin Carnelian mares
Standing
on their backs
Side
by side
Without
any reins
Now
they're gone
and
I'm alone
Seed
won't bloom
Seizman
Becoran
Roll
my scene
Drinking
gallons and gallons
Of
the Haired Sisters' dreams
Day
and night
Could
hear the screams
That
darkened my eyes
Like
two equal sequel sequins
Under
my feet
In
the here and after
With
my unshorn laughter
Got
the jumps
Taking
the kinks out
LET
ME RIDE
LET
ME RIDE
The
twin Carnelian mares
Standing
on their backs
As
they gallop in my unison
(gallop
in unison)
The
equine spring
Just
a little smile
Before
it begins
The
equine spring
Just
a little while
Before
it begins
©1999, Michael Zugin